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Bring Out Your Dead... Invaders came on phantom ships Sailed the Black Sea West to Sicily, yeah, yeah The sick, the dying, and the dead All that was left from this cursed disease, yeah, yeah It was the fleas onboard that bit infected Rats got blood inside of the fleas, yeah, yeah Soon the ghost ships tied up to the docks The path of the plague was complete, yeah, yeah The sweet smell of rosies, a pocketful of posies You can't mask the fragrance of death in their beds There's typhus in the air, and ashes everywhere Amongst the sick, the dying, and the dead Feral creatures feasting on the dead Devour rancid human meat, yeah, yeah Death and sickness permeate their bones Rich or poor, they're dragged through the streets, yeah, yeah Open up your eyes, so you can see All the sick, the dying, and the dead Die, die, die! The sick, the dying... And the dead Aus Songtexte Mania